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Writer and photographer. Fifth poetry collection, Ghostlight: New & Selected Poems, published by Salmon in 2017. Sixth collection forthcoming from Salmon Poetry in April 2025.
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Tiresias, doomed to discover that a woman can have a whole other dimension of pleasure that no man could measure, attempted, in vain, to recover.

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Your Biographer www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v1...

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Come on people! We need you xx

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Niall MacMonagle will be launching my sixth collection, Everything You Always Wanted To Know, in Books Upstairs on Sunday April 13 at 2pm. If you’re free, do consider dropping in. booksupstairs.ie/all-events/m...

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If kitty cats liked roastbeef bones, And doggies sipped up milk; If elephants walked round the town All dressed in purest silk; If robins went out coasting, They slid down crying whee, If all this happened to be true, Then where would people be? Poem by Louise Gluck at 5 years old

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PORTRAIT OF THE MAN WHO FLOGGED THE BIBLE When he lies, he speaks his native language for he is a liar and the father of lies. (John 8: 44)

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Exhausted flute, Bray, Co Wicklow

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Accidental homage to Miro

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Hey, finally managed to reactivate my account! I still have a Twitter account, but I intend to gradually migrate to the saner country. Hello every/anyone.

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ENTROPY Heat death of the universe, don’t worry, I’m already there, ahead of you. I’ll turn out the light.

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LIGHTBOX (Newgrange) Everyone should have one dark hub for the dull day’s orbit: stoneshouldered wings where you bury the bones of belief, and the redfaced sun, to gain entrance, turns a skeleton key.

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